I have seen a lot of bad films. In fact, I’ve even arranged levels and studied formulas of bad, and I thought I’d seen a version of every type of bad there was. I was wrong. Exterminator City broke open whole new territories of bad. It was a grueling exercise of stamina to sit through this tedious bombardment of utter crap. This was supposed to be a horror movie, and horror movies are meant to be scary. The only thing scary about this film is the obscene amount of cosmetic surgery some of these women have undergone. If you, dear fan, take this review as a personal challenge to your bad movie endurance, please ignore the urge and watch something else, anything else, but not this celluloid slop. Please.
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